She went to the hospital to give birth, but the doctor burst into tears upon seeing the baby…

The shape of the nose.

The curve of the lips.

And just below the left ear…

A small, crescent-shaped birthmark.

Lucía struggled to sit up, panic rising.

“What’s wrong? What happened to my son?!”

The doctor swallowed hard.

When he finally spoke, his voice barely came out.

“Where is the baby’s father?”

Lucía’s expression hardened instantly.

“He’s not here.”

“I need his name.”

“Why does that matter?” she snapped, fear turning into anger. “Tell me what’s wrong with my baby!”

The doctor looked at her—his eyes full of something heavy… something old.

“Please,” he said softly. “Tell me his name.”

Lucía hesitated.

Then answered:

“Adrián Vega.”

The room went completely silent.

The doctor closed his eyes.